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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: Dude....Cocoa puffs are way cooler.
Karn looked at his companion.
"Karn Gregoreth. I'm on the run from the government. Long story short, I fight back when I can, and I try to survive however I can."
He checked all his equipment.
"Any place in particular you need to be? I'm up for anywhere that won't kill me."
Posted on 2007-12-02 at 02:07:56.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: Wow
The ensuing silence confused him. He had known that someone was there, that something was watching, yet nothing happened. Damnit, he thought, I must be getting incredibly jumpy. He jammed the blades hard into their sheaths, and began putting on his armor.
"Neko, I don't want to continue this rude term to get your attention. Got a name I could call you?"
Posted on 2007-11-17 at 03:24:38.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: I'm coocoo for cocoa puffs
As soon as he saw him start to slip, Karn darted forward, laying flat on his stomach and catching hold of his outstretched arm. He started to pull up the Neko in a hurry, for he could've sworm that he heard a distant, barely audible gasp as the cat slipped. As he pulled, he noticed the injured paw. He got Neko to the top of the bank, helped him up, and half carried him into the woods.
Once there, he quickly grabbed his longsword and shortsword, spun them around once, and stood a ready stance, prepared to protect this character from any harm that would come.
he thought to himself, 'Damn, if only I hadn't taken off my armor. Well, if the bloods spilled, the dragon will drink it up.' He remembered the saying his father had used. The memory of his family, betrayed by his own brother, a powerful mage, slaughtered by the government when he was out hunting, stirred his blood, and reminded him why this cat was so special. He sensed something about him, something different, something that told him he had found the one to start up a real, organized resistance army. He prepared for anything, willing to die if necessary.
Posted on 2007-11-01 at 00:56:22.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: Step out
The Neko still seemed slightly skittish, so karn smiled.
"Do not worry. What is your name?"
He felt as if someone was watching him, but he brushed it off with a thought of paranoia is normal during a war.
Posted on 2007-10-27 at 23:39:59.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: I felt like a pirate last post...
He watched the neko's slow approach, and understood his caution. He did not want to frighten him by moving, so he patiently waited. Neko's could be fierce fighters when spurred into action.
"I am not here to harm you. Granted, you must hear hunters say that all the time to lure you in. But, I mean in all sincerety. Give me a chance to prove it. I have recieved word of a couple hunters moving towards this way to search a nearby town for a Neko. I would like to get you away, and start fighting back."
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 00:12:55.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: Sup.
Sitting aways away, Karn had been a bit on edge hearing the noise of activity near the stream. He turned, about to draw the shortsword, when he heard the friendly mew. He laughed to himself, and took his hand from the hilt.
Just a runaway Neko.
He stood up straight, to his short height of five and a half feet, and removed all his weapons. He was preparing to greet this Neko, and didn't want to seem threatening. He removed both blades, his shirt, all his armor, and boots. He then stepped out of hiding towards the stream.
He whistled, then called out.
"Ahoy there, Neko. I come as a friend to you, an enemy of your enemy."
He walked towards the cat, arms out wide, trying to be as unthreatening as possible.
Posted on 2007-10-21 at 00:17:29.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: Are we going or what?
OOC: I'm getting kinda anxious now.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 02:24:06.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: I'm ready.
OOC
I'm ready to get going, and have some fun with it.
Seems like it's gonna pretty damn interesting.
Posted on 2007-09-16 at 01:11:09.
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: Allright everyone.
ooc: After being asked to come back, I did give it some thought. I decided that maybe we could all work with every preceding event, so, I am back.
IC
Once Jean-luc had left, he and his horse hadn't made it far. Bad vibes had tortured him ever since his departure, almost to the point of him not being able to stand himself. He looked back at the road, not too far, maybe a couple hours or so, one hour if he rode hard, and he thought. Pleasant thoughts, such as those of him foraking marsailles and all it's noise and bustle, and finally putting his skills to use other than entertainment, maybe real use to help people. He looked hard at his rapier. This wasn't his ceremonial one. This was a real, tempered steel blade. And workmanship this deadly didn't deserve a spot on some noble's hip. He threw his cloak over his shoulder, turned the horse around, and spurred it into a hard sprint back towards the tavern.
"These chivalrous thoughts are gonna get me killed one day" is all he told himself.
Posted on 2007-09-13 at 01:19:45.
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: I'm sorry.
OOC:
Everyone, I'm sorry, I understand that I might ahve fucked up the story, so i'm just gonna stop now before I do more damage.
IC
Jean-Luc looked between the two, and bowed yet again. "Everyone, I must revoke my offer. It seems that my presence here is not desired, so I shall not force it upon anyone. So now, escusez-moi, mes amis, I must be on my way."
With that, he walked out the door, mounted his stallion, and set off, back to Marseilles.
Posted on 2007-08-25 at 05:00:06.
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: Gracious
Jean-Luc smiled, and bowed to the man.
"Est-elle ta soeur? Ahh, bon, bon! Now, I must offer my apologies. I shall leave you and your family as it's firm and independent family that it is now. Unless, of course, you wouldn't mind having an extra person help keep those ruffians away for a bit. But yes, I am your vassal in this duty. It is time for power to go back to the people. What do you order, Messegnieurs?"
He layed his blade down at the feet of the family in front of him.
Posted on 2007-08-18 at 04:23:54.
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: Well then.
Jean-luc smiled at her.
"Take as long as you wish, madamoiselle. And if you need to start anew, then you can be introduced as a noble of Marsailles. And yes, you're probably wondering why I'm being this kind towards you. Well, it's complicated really. A lot of things are happening in Marsailles, and we need a new lady in the nobility. I'm being very picky about who we wish to have in the family, and well, frankly, I'm the last one. Our plantation workers revolted, killing my father and brother. My mother died of disease a week later, and my two sisters each went crazy, on commited suicide. I was the only one who could keep a cool head. And, I'd like to see you out of this horrid existence, and hopefully get you in a better life. But, of course, I cannot force anything of you."
Posted on 2007-08-17 at 01:15:55.
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Topic: The life of a budding young anarchist
Subject: The life of a budding young anarchist
Here's a portion of my song, I'm working in a rhythm, but it's really hard to explain. If you could imagine the sort of ska beat and rhythm, with a more talking than singing.
Well, here goes.
One day i woke up, and I thought "Oh lord, here we go again. Another day of nothing" and yet rolled over again.
The clock said 11:50, so I jumped up and reached out for my hat, keys, shirt, shoes, rolled my way out to the street.
I called up my bro and he said dude, I just wrote this sick a## riff, so I rolled straight up to his place, opened the door, it smelled like Gangha.
And there was, spread on the couch with a sex string nexk across his lap, I sat down, he picked it up and busted out some sick a## s###.
I know it doesn't rhyme, but it wasn't supposed to.
The rhythm is incredibly complicated to explain, but it was written for a ska punk song.
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 03:36:00.
Edited on 2007-08-16 at 03:37:51 by Valimar
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: Talk time
Jean-Luc stood up, and made a bow at his waist.
"Ahh, madamoiselle, I hope you are feeling a bit better? Can I interest you in a drink? Ahh, how rude, here I am offereing drinks, and I haven't offered my name. Je m'appelle Jean-Luc Forestier de Marseilles. From what I heard, you are Marie Lysette de Lyon. I trust your day hasn't been this bad? Seems that it ended on a dreadful note. Here, allow me to take you back to Marseilles. I saw the entire situation, and I could get you far out of this place, grant you a new life, and you could still keep your Lyon heritige. Paris is not far, you would have everything we need. Either way, if you permit me, I would like to accompany you, help keep you out of harm. So, Mme Lysette, what shall our next move be?"
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 01:47:11.
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: I know a little bit of French.
Not too far away, a man with short, cropped, brown hair watched the whole thing, then waited until they had gone until he spurred his White stallion into action. "Depeche-toi!" He kept muttering, knowing he might not have much time. He wanted to make sure the girl was ok, as run away harems were too commonly murdered, be it by her master or by hunters hired. He didn't harbor any ill will towards these people, he just wanted to make sure she was taken care of.
He entered the tavern to see the doctor hunched over her, and he blew out a sigh of relief. Although he did not know this woman, he had felt a strong urge to help her. When he heard the name...Marie Lysette of Lyon, he laughed silently. A harem with a name fitting a noble. But how little being a noble meant. He himself was a noble, Jean-Luc Forestier of Marseilles, but he left that life behind.
He helped himself to a pint, and sat down, waiting for them to finish so that he could share a word with Marie.
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 18:00:55.
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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: Writing
Karn stood up and crossed the bar, shared another quick exchange with the barkeeper, and came back with a quill, a bottle of ink, and a roll of parchment. He then wrote down, in the spindly elven language, "Write it. Your appearance, hopefully, will go unnoticed by all these drunken idiots. Your accent will set them off, though. What business do you have here, and what are you named?"
He passed the parchment across the table, and leaned back, taking another swig, and nodding to Jharon, a motion that said "outside"
When both the men were outside, he whispered "I need to talk to you about what I've noticed here lately. Bad things are afoot, and we'd better be prepared for war. These newcomers may just be some priceless allies that Lady Destiny sent our way. I've seen armies marching, going to destroy towns. I escaped death by coming here to meet you. Succubi are acting as assassins for them, that's why all these cloaked women are freaking me out. Now, I'm going to proceed upstairs and get a room, we can all tlak in privacy afterwards. I'll give my bed up to one of the women, it doesn't bother me. I'll stay downstairs and keep track of the door."
He then walked inside, handed the barkeep a couple coins, received a key in return, and motioned for everyone to go upstairs.
Posted on 2007-08-14 at 01:57:12.
Edited on 2007-08-14 at 02:01:39 by Karn
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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: Time for drinks.
Karn stepped through the open door, sitting down next to Jharon and Jocelyn.
"I am Karn, this is my friend Jharon. We're old time partners, been through more than our fair share of troubles. By the look of you, you seem to have seen your own troubles, as well. Let me order a round of drinks, on me, for the three of us. Your throat must be parched."
He approached the bar, and whispered to the man, before coming back with three wines.
"the barkeep owed me a favor, saved this place from a couple ruffians a while ago. We also gave him a flask of wine that keeps just for us. Tonight, we can get food and drink for free. Tomorrow though....well, we'll deal with that whenever the times comes. Room will cost a couple coins."
He lifted his goblet to his lips, sipping on his smooth refreshment.
That was when he saw the second woman, still out on the street. He forced himself not to be so on edge, but his eyes still kept flicking across the bar, searching for possible contacts she might have. His own had diminished ever since his encounter with his father. He sat down, pulled out a roughly made pipe, packed with an exotic pipeweed, and took a long drag, followed by another drink. He then waited, struggling to get the image of marching armies and succubi assassins out of his head.
Posted on 2007-08-12 at 21:02:04.
Edited on 2007-08-12 at 22:12:25 by Karn
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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: Yay more people.
As Karn and Jharon, two of the closest friends, entered the village, Karn seemed as if he felt eyes roaming over him. A catious instinct forged by many desperate battles seemed to talk hold, and his eyes started darting through the small throng of people. All he noticed were fishermen...poor merchants...starving entrepeneurs...miserable artists...a mysterious cloaked woman. That last figure stood out, and he felt the hairs on his arm raise up like a dog. he made an inconspicuous movement with his arm, but one that pulled out a small, balanced knife from an arm sheath. He wouldn't start a fight, but he'd oblige should trouble arise.
He harbored no ill will towards this stranger, precaution just gripped at him, and a battle sense would not allow him to relax. As him and his friend drew near, he gripped the blade, ready to make a quick throw.
Posted on 2007-08-12 at 03:46:06.
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Topic: first story: Syfile
Subject: I'm game.
Against new Governement
Name: Karn Gorgoreth
Age: 29
Race: Human
Description: Has brown hair and eyes, usually has a face grizzled with a five o' clock shadow. Wields a longsword and a shortsword, also carrying throwing knives. His family was murdered after his own brother leaked information of hiding elves, Draglets, and Nekos in their cellar. Worked in government military to avoid being murdered, then abandoned when they asked him to murder a child elf girl, and has been on the run ever since.
Attitude: Changes to fit the situation, quiet when he needs to be, loud when he needs to be. Very outgoing, loves a good pint of ale. Fighting seems to help him forget his past, so he does it with vigor.
Just tell me if you need any more information.
Posted on 2007-08-11 at 04:55:30.
Edited on 2007-08-11 at 05:17:07 by Karn
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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: War in our midst
Standing outside of a small fishing village, a decently built man in a brown traveling cloak stood, propped against a tree. It was an old elm, leaves turning colors and falling from their posts in the autumn air. A ring of stones lay a couple yard away, the inside of the ring charred from many campfires lit there. This place was a refuge when things got too rough at home. When he needed to let off steam. When he needed to fight.
He met a friend who would last him forever here, someone he used to spar with, then they found that they worked amazing together. They forged crappy blades to work with, trying to perfect the art. But, a campfire and some stones don't make a good forge and anvil. Eventually, they were able to purchase decent blades, finding their hearts in the perfect weights.
The man pulled out one of his blade, a finely crafted longsword, steel, with the name "Karn" etched near the hilt. The other was a rusted out shortsword, the first blade he ever purchased. Many fights had dulled it's edge, but Karn was still able to wield it with deadly force. He removed his pack, which was only prepared for a light trek, and then removed his cloak, revealing rough and worn leather armor and a grizzled face that showed a lack of shaving during his journey. Scars coverd his ungloved hands, results from his earlier fights. His silver ringl shone in the setting sun. He then sat back against the tree, and waited.
Posted on 2007-08-11 at 03:40:43.
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